Being Late

I canNOT stand being late.

I have children.

Exactly.

So because I dislike being late so much, I often get very worked up (especially in the morning) when the girls continue to lose sight of the goal. Of course, when it's not their goal to begin with, why would they care to stay focused on it?

A couple Sunday mornings ago, I found myself once again goin' all crazy-mama because the girls were not moving fast enough (read: Megan still in bed 10 minutes before we're supposed to leave!) Anyway, I thought to myself, "Why are you letting this get to you? So what if you're late? Lots of people are late and don't seem to be bothered by it, so who cares?"

So I took a chill pill (do people still say that?) and just went with the (very slow) flow of my daughters.

And guess what? We made it to church (15 minutes late) without any yelling. It was amazing, actually. To ride to church in a peaceful state? I was even ready to worship upon arrival. Have I now unlocked the secret to blissful mornings? Just embrace the lateness? Is this my future for the next 10 years?

Here's my question to you people who are chronically late:

Does it bother you to be late?

If you have some tips for me to better cope with my child-induced tardiness, I'd love to hear them.

Oh, and I'm not a cat person, but I thought this was funny: